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interstellar55552015-11-09 12:45 am
interdimanagers) wrote in interstellar55552015-11-09 12:45 am
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☆TRACK IV: COME TOO FAR
Who: Everyone!
What: Something explodes in the distance. In a figurative sense.
When: November 6th.
Where: Anywhere you are.
Warnings: ???
What: Something explodes in the distance. In a figurative sense.
When: November 6th.
Where: Anywhere you are.
Warnings: ???
“Like the legend of the Phoenix, All ends with beginnings, What keeps the planets spinning, The force from the beginning.” ☆COME TOO FAR On November 6th, the sudden lockdown of Pride Records and Virgo Entertainment finally ends. But not before some unseen actions have their consequences. Due to the nature of the conflict, none of you can be there to see it, but that doesn't mean it can't be felt. In the morning of the 6th, something cries out to you spiritually - like the voice of a guardian angel, or a haunting ghost. Something, somewhere, is calling on you for aid. Pleading for you to lend it your power. Whether or not you consciously agree, you'll feel a connection stronger than anything you've felt up till this point, like whatever this creature is is somehow in the room with you, or maybe like you're with it. What happens next depends on your alignment. ► LOVE & HOPE: All at once, characters with these alignments will feel as if they have taken a deep, spiritual blow - much like having someone clasp their hand around your "soul" and attempt to snuff it out. The attack itself will be brutal but brief. It's the after effects that linger, which may be any of the following: 1) Lingering spiritual pain that triggers symptoms akin to a fever in the body. It may also trigger effects such as nosebleeds and other signs of intense stress. 2) Forgetting everything except the memories you've regained. 3) A feeling of being desperately alone. How your character reacts to this feeling can vary, but the most common response will be seeking comfort from anyone nearby, even if you are not usually the sort of person to do that. These effects will last from anywhere as short at 15 minutes to as long as 5 hours. You can pick more than one of these effects for a character, but try to balance the potency of each if you take more than one, so you aren't completely kicking the shit out of them. Vestiges of these effects can linger throughout the rest of the day, but in a significantly reduced capacity. ► DUTY & PASSION: All at once, characters with these alignments will feel an intense sense of fear and grief, as if they have lost something extremely precious to them. Generally speaking, this will manifest as a sort of panic or desperation to save whatever that thing is - but not being entirely clear on where they have to go or what they have to do to accomplish it. This can very well trigger some brash and irrational actions as they sort out this abrupt feeling of urgency. 1) Soon after the feeling begins, affected characters will feel empathically drawn to the characters suffering from the effects listed for Hope & Love, even if they are not normally the sort to be so concerned for others. This can go as far as having them be aggressively protective to the point that they will conflict with each other over it. 2) Along with that feeling of being drawn to protect them, all characters will feel an intensified kinship with all the other player characters - from both labels. This feeling of kinship won't cause them to know anything more about each other than they did before, but it will cause them to feel like much closer friends than they actually are. These effects will last from anywhere as short at 15 minutes to as long as 5 hours. After that period has ended, all these empathetic effects will fade off on their own. Any network posts made in the chaos will be deleted by the execs after the 5 hours period has closed, if not sooner. By the end of the day, Lesedi Santiago and Edward Blanche will announce their return, and bans from leaving HQ will be lifted. They will not acknowledge the events of the morning unless someone goes to ask them about it. “We've come too far to give up who we are. So, let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars.” |
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He pulls away from the stranger, trying to avoid that intense gaze. He can tell that the man won't listen to his protests. No one has, yet. "I'm sorry. I don't remember you. I'm not... I haven't played anything in years, there's been a mistake."
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Their pictures should be on the back cover, and that has to mean something.
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After a minute, he gives a weak, humorless chuckle. "Are... are we popular?"
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"We're still new, but we have a following." He pops the CD out of the case, holding it out. "Would you like to listen?"
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For the first song or so of the album, Greg remains quiet, taking in the music. It's different from anything he can remember playing, but... it sends something stirring in him. He chews on his tongue, trying his best to recall.
"We wrote this one on a bus," he says, suddenly. His face screws up. "I was drunk. Is that a thing I do a lot?"
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"You enjoy yourself. It's not like it happens every night, just when an appropriate time arises. Besides, you have us." Their group isn't exactly full of heavy drinkers, given that two members are still recovering from stronger addictions.
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"I've got you..." The fog does lift, ever so faintly, as he listens. Vague memories, here and there, of touring, partying, working. "Our manager... she's gonna kill me if I can't play." He mutters it, more of a vague realizationthan aanything concerned.
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He isn't going to argue with the comment about their boss, though. She might not physically kill him, but things would not be fun if she found out he was having trouble. They've just got to make sure this doesn't happen.
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Greg rubs at his face again. "I'm sorry. Everything's still so jumbled. Wesley. Weasel! Jeez. Sorry. I'm a wreck." Even if nothing feels right, he can accept that these people are looking out for him. He ought to be able to remember their names properly.
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He reaches his hands out, meaning to set them gently on Greg's shoulders, supportive. "It's all right. Ease into it. I'm here to help you, if you need it. A beam of support for your otherwise misaligned reality."
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"That would make a great lyric. Ought to write that one down."
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Though honestly, he hasn't even been tossing out poetic lines all that often lately. They don't roll off his tongue as easily anymore, and when he does say them he feels awkward afterward. The memories are surely to blame.